Chapter 330 The drug dealer’s skull is not as hard as armor
Outside Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.
The Secret Service bodyguards looked serious.
They didn't care about which of the big guys inside died, but whether their salary would be deducted. After all, if the KPI was not met, there would be no money for Christmas.
This medical center is the "President's Hospital".
In 1960, then Vice President Richard Nixon was treated for staphylococcal infection at Walter Reed Hospital.
In 1969, former President Eisenhower died in this hospital after being hospitalized for 9 months for heart disease.
Ten years later, former First Lady Mamie Eisenhower also passed away here. 1 Johnson underwent gallbladder surgery here and invited photographers into his ward.
Now it's Bush Sr.'s turn...
Many people are watching, especially Vice President James Dan Quayle, who came with the US Constitution and was ready to take the oath at any time.
As long as the other party clicks, oh, the new emperor ascends the throne!
The bigwigs standing in the corridor heard the noise and turned their heads to see CIA Director Stanfield Turner sitting in a wheelchair with gauze tied on his arm and a solemn expression.
He was lucky that the bullet was blocked by his arm, otherwise it would have hit his heart directly, and he would have been the third CIA director to die in office within a year.
"Turner, are you okay? What happened?"
A group of people gathered around, and Vice President James Dan Quayle looked at him with a worried look.
Brother, can you hide the Constitution for a while? Also, the corners of your mouth are about to crack.
In fact, James Dan Quayle didn't expect that this would happen to him.
"It's okay." Turner said in a muffled voice, his eyes gloomy, "How are the others?"
James Dan Quayle looked around, hesitated, and still said, "Secretary of Defense Admiral Carl Vono's rescue was ineffective, including two White House staff members, the gentleman's condition is not good."
Hiss!
"Damn bastard!" Stanfield Turner gritted his teeth.
In the final analysis, he was more responsible. Who would have thought that Johnson was carrying a pistol?
"There is a traitor among us." Turner said in a muffled voice, looking up, "It was Bahash Johnson, he shot us."
James Dan Quayle and others changed their expressions.
In fact, when Bahash Johnson's body was carried out, many people already knew it, but when the news came out of the mouth of the "CIA Director", it was still a bit shocking.
This news can't be hidden at all. Who do you think are sitting in the White House? They are businessmen, and there are more or less interest groups behind them.
Including James Dan Quayle, it is rumored that he is followed by the Texas Consortium, whose industries include the oil industry and the arms industry. He is just another spokesperson.
Who is Bahash Johnson?
That's the senior secretary, the intimate little cotton jacket of Bush Sr., who was actually turned against by someone?
"Soviet?" James Dan Quayle asked hurriedly.
"Mexican Northern Army!"
Quiet!
The corridor suddenly became quiet.
Outside the window, a gust of wind blew.
James Dan Quayle looked at his secretary, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end, it turned into a gurgling sound.
If you say the Soviets, I can still cheer for you. Anyway, according to the think tank's opinion, something big will happen in three years!
But if you say it's the Northern Army...
Victor is not a good person.
A New York congressman likes to criticize Victor's governing philosophy and drug war on TV, and constantly urges the United States to send troops to conquer Mexico.
Then...
His family died of a gas explosion in his home.
At that time, the FBI discovered that someone had tampered with the gas tank in his home and placed a special bomb in it...
It wasn't the Northern Army, James Dan Quayle peed in his bed backwards.
Turner looked at the other party's hesitant look, and he was disdainful in his heart. With this kind of shit, you still plan to take over?
Eat shit!
Just when the Vice President didn't know how to start, the door of the emergency room was opened and two doctors came out.
"Doctor, how is it?"
"The situation is not optimistic. One of the bullets is only 0.1 cm away from the heart. We are taking it out. Please make way. By the way, the hospital's blood bank is not enough. I hope to allocate it from other places."
"No problem, I'll take care of it." James Dan Quayle said hurriedly.
The doctor nodded and continued to be busy.
Stanfield Turner sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window, his eyes were dazed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"It's dark..."
He muttered a few words, but it made people feel uncomfortable.
Walter Reed National Military Medical Center was unusually quiet, but it was lively outside.
George H.W. Bush was assassinated!
This news became a hit immediately!
As for who leaked it?
Does it matter?
Anyway, this happened.
And it is said that the Secretary of Defense died!
This news instantly made headlines in countries around the world, and the Mexican Northern Army played it on repeat every day, almost admitting that they did it.
"The White House has not responded to this matter, but according to people familiar with the matter, this act was done by Bahash Johnson. At present, no organization has claimed responsibility for this matter."
Victor chewed gum, squinted his eyes, watched TV, picked up the remote control to turn off the sound, and said to Augustine Przewczyr who came back from Germany, "What do you think?"
"Aphrodite is a warrior."
Victor nodded, "I have asked George Smiley to find a church to hold his funeral. Is there anyone else in his family?"
"No, his parents died during World War II, and his son and wife were innocently implicated in a suppression operation by the US military..."
"What supports him is only his dissatisfaction with this numb world." Augustine Przewczyr said in a deep voice.
Victor sighed when he heard this.
Perhaps, it is only the skin of Bahash Johnson that is working.
"There will be a chance to clear his name later. The dawn of mankind is in Mexico, not in the United States. That dirty country full of bastards...is no longer a beacon."
"There will be such a day."
Victor perked up, "Is there anyone to take over Bahash Johnson's position?"
Augustin Przewczyr frowned and nodded, "Yes."
"Let them hide first. The CIA and FBI will definitely conduct an internal investigation soon."
"I think we have their people inside, otherwise, given Bahash Johnson's caution, he would not be caught."
Victor tapped his fingers on the table. "The newly added states still need to be cleaned up. Only when the house is clean can we welcome new guests. You are responsible for this matter. In the short term, the United States should not provoke us openly. We have more power to deal with the Spaniards entrenched in the islands and the drug traffickers in the south."
"Leave it to me, I will find those hidden rats one by one!" Augustin Przewczyr narrowed his eyes, "Then crush them to death!"
Victor nodded, watching the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center broadcast on TV, lit himself a cigarette, blew a puff of smoke, and watched quietly.
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On February 1, 1991, American Airlines Boeing 737 flight 1493 collided with SkyWest Airlines Fairchild III aircraft 5569 on runway 24 left at Los Angeles International Airport due to air traffic control errors, killing 34 people.
Washington lowered the flag to half-mast.
Good guy...
When the flag was raised, many reporters who were not afraid of trouble began to take out their already written manuscripts.
The news of Bush's death spread all over the streets and alleys. In Texas, the traditional territory of his party, some people even began to wear mourning for him and held activities to commemorate him.
This scared the White House and immediately announced that it was only mourning the victims of the plane crash, and Bush was still fine. In order to prevent rumors from spreading everywhere, some photos were released. On the bed, he pointed his fingers at the camera.
After the photos came out, some people thought that there must be something wrong. Look at these fingers, they are not right. Anyway, people who want to "spread rumors" can spread rumors anyway, and Victor is behind them.
They are very lively in their country!
The anti-Victor coalition forces in the south are also very lively. 25 rockets were launched from Coahuila to attack a military base in Chihuahua, killing 11 people and a small training aircraft.
How could Victor suffer this loss?
The artillery stationed in Chihuahua poured out, blowing up corpses all over the ground and devastating the scene! !
The Zapatista National Theological Army, one of the anti-Victor alliances, also has a spokesperson who claims that Victor started the war and that the Northern Army is a bunch of hypocrites!
And announced that it will launch a powerful attack on the North.
At the same time, on February 2, the anti-Victor alliance will abandon its original name and establish an independent organization that truly belongs to Mexico and the world.
Name: Southern Mexico!
It advocates the legal sale of drugs, and only requires paying taxes. It also announced that Elvis Salinas will be the first person in charge. This is the son of former President Carlos Salinas who was killed in the "Crystal Night".
By the way...
He previously served in the US Marine Corps.
He is not actually Mexican, but American!
Really NMD magic.
You are going to leave Mexico? That's too much!
This NMD, no face at all!
"Start the war! Fuck you XXX, wash your neck, and fuck you to death!" This is what Casare said to reporters.
The 1st and 2nd Marine Divisions began to gather at the border!
In order to prevent the tanks from moving south, drug traffickers began to recruit people to dig trenches and build bunkers, planning to fight a protracted war.
After two months of peace, the shadow of war suddenly enveloped Mexico.
But when the war broke out, the first to suffer were civilians.
People from Coahuila, Zacatecas, Michoacan and other places began to migrate with their families, and in order to prevent population loss, drug traffickers began to implement a strict policy, killing them if caught!
The United States also began to build high walls and did not allow Mexicans to enter.
In the east of Chihuahua, near Coahuila, there is a layer of desert in the middle. There are three British Chieftain main battle tanks (FV4201) and four M551 light tanks and a third-generation main battle tank T-80UK. These should be several upgraded versions, which is the pinnacle of the Soviet Union during the Cold War!
This unit belongs to the tank regiment of the 1st Marine Division of the Mexican Northern Army, and the regiment commander is Kurt Konispe.
After outstanding performance in the Kuwait expedition, the crew of "Anubis" was promoted to the commander of the first tank regiment, which had 50 tanks, which were enhanced versions.
There were British Chieftain main battle tanks (FV4201), M551 light tanks, T-80B and some T-80UK, which was more complicated.
Because the T-80UK was expensive, Victor really couldn't afford it, but he had contacted the German KGB branch, which would find a way to contact the arms seller for himself and others.
"Captain, traces of drug dealers were found in the village of Kulkan ahead!"
"The command center ordered our unit to raid!"
"Support will arrive later!"
Michel Wittmann, the commander sitting in the T-80UK, held the walkie-talkie, "Received! Attack! Crush them!"
He stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the village of Kulkan on the border.
In the village, a company of drug dealers and 100 "recruited" "volunteers" were stationed, digging trenches, which were actually more like... coolies.
What good can these drug dealers do?
They simply don't treat ordinary people as human beings. They can't eat enough and they have to be beaten when they work.
Snap~
"Hurry up! If you are lazy again, I will kill you!" A burly drug dealer with a face towel and a whip in his hand stood at the edge of the trench and whipped the laborers inside.
The one who was whipped was an elderly man, who immediately fell to the ground with his head covered, shaking all over.
"Hey!" Seeing him like this, the drug dealer raised his eyebrows, rolled up the whip and hit the old man who fell to the ground hard, and immediately blood was dripping, and the people around were trembling, dared not say a word, and could only continue digging.
Suddenly.
The ground shook slightly.
It was as if... something was shaking again.
The drug dealer pricked up his ears and heard the roar, but he didn't hear it clearly, so he showed his head, and his pupils suddenly widened.
He saw eight tanks rushing down the hill in the distance. The M551 light tank in the front fired an M81 152mm cannon from a few hundred meters away!
Boom! !
The shell exploded at the edge of the trench, and the huge shock wave blew away the drug dealer who had just stuck his head out, breaking it in half like a toy!
Other tank machine guns began to fire!
Drug dealer?
You TM, even if the Japanese Imperial Army comes, they have to make you understand that the skull of Bushido is not as hard as the armor of the steel torrent.
"No retreat! No retreat! Hold on, hold on!" A man who seemed to be the boss pulled out his gun and shot the fleeing drug dealers directly, pointing at the M551 light tank that was rushing over and yelling, "Blow it up!"
This group of people were obviously not simple drug dealers. They were trained and had quick reaction abilities. They dragged out a box from under a parasol, which contained FGM-77 anti-tank missiles.
That is, it is commonly known as: 47 "Dragon" anti-tank missiles.
However, when Americans use this thing, they have to say CNM, because it is almost suicidal, and there is no way to throw it away after shooting, and it is also very troublesome to install. When they install it...
The M551 light tank with good mobility has already rushed through the trenches that have not been dug yet, and it kills straight in like a sharp knife.
The machine gun swept over, and several drug dealers who were still building FGM-77 were smashed into pieces, and blood splattered.
There was a temporary commanding height at the entrance of the village, which was actually made of a few bricks. The drug dealer on it tried to climb down in a panic, but was hit by a tank and fell apart. When he fell, he fell heavily on the top of the tank and then rolled under the tracks.
The drug dealer didn't know if he was still conscious. His head was rolled into the tracks, and then he was dragged on the ground like a puppet toy, except that it was a little bloody.
Why are tanks still so hard on the current mainstream battlefield?
Because as long as the armor is upgraded, it can basically run rampant.
"Separate, separate! Don't get involved in the war with drug dealers in the village. Leave the garbage sweeping to the infantry behind, and run out! Don't stay, go straight to the next village!" Michelle Wittmann gave an order on the walkie-talkie.
"Received!"
The tank formation crashed through the village in the shocked eyes of the drug dealers, and the half-man-high walls were basically pushed horizontally, emitting thick smoke and extending away.
Do you know why there are no environmentalists on the battlefield?
Did they let the tanks boil water?
At that time, the soldiers can use them as artillery shells to shoot them out.
The drug dealers were confused. Why did the tanks just go away while they were fighting?
Buzz buzz buzz...
At this moment, the sound of propellers turning came from the sky, and two Mi-8s were seen flying low from a distance.
Whoosh~
The missiles hanging on one of the launchers began to wash the ground in all directions, and the whole village began to "rise to heaven".
The soil layer on the ground was refurbished, the houses collapsed, and it was a mess, not to mention the drug dealers hiding in them, who wanted to run too late.
Another Mi-8 landed on the open space on the side, and the fully armed Northern Army rushed out and began to occupy the ground!
The gunshots suddenly rang out, but they ended quickly!
The leading lieutenant was muscular, wearing a black combat uniform that was particularly domineering, wearing a face towel and sunglasses, holding an M16A2 automatic rifle in his hand, and stepping on the head of the drug dealer leader, who was spitting blood and twitching all over.
"Cut off his head, stick it on a flagpole, and let it stand upright!"
"Tell the bastards in the South."
"The Northern Army is coming!!"
This fighting style is the "three-stage flow" invented by the commander of the 1st Marine Division, Higmut List. It relies on tanks and armored vehicles to attack and make a pig attack. Don't look back and there is no retreat!
The helicopter formation in the air transported combat personnel to control the chaotic scene in the first time, and the subsequent infantry followed up, using fire suppression and fierce attacks. The drug dealers didn't react, and the three-stage flow was basically carried in one wave.
The 1st Marine Division was divided into two parts, one part attacked from Chihuahua State, and the other part marched from Durango State to attack Coahuila.
Michel Wittmann's tank formation alone rushed through 7 villages in one day. If it hadn't stopped for subsidies at the end, the people would have fallen apart in the tanks.
February 3!
The drug dealers rebels in the southern city of Coahuila, Torreon, the northern army used the drug transport channel to attack inward, and broke through the outer defense line with internal and external cooperation! !
More than 5,000 soldiers attacked the city!
The fierce battle lasted until 8 am on the 4th.
Torreon was liberated!
If we curb this, the drug dealers in the south will panic.
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